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two poems of a similar theme

I see silence as I re-wind
The memories;
And each sin is a crime against
My Love and my God;
And thus I bleed in my tears
And cry in my wounds,
All turned to scars rememberéd.


How many regrets will it be
Until I understand how
I am to be?
How many days
Must I folly or mask
Failures until I know truth?
Pushed by ignorance; doubted
By law; haunted by memories
And thoughts of what
Was, were, should have been,
But wasn’t or not fully
Realized in time by my
Defunct or deficient
Faculties?

Silently screaming to a deaf past,
I write and I figure,
I elaborate and imagine,
But all that comes at time
Seems to be little more than woe.
But I am not trapped.

two poems of a similar theme

Corydon

Joined May 2009

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Artist's Description

Feel free to critique.

These two poems appeared on the same pages in my little book. When I decided to upload them, I thought they belonged together, until I noted that I had dated the one and also given a date to the other. Still, I feel they are alike enough in character to be a short two-parter.

(I originally spelled “trapped” with a “-t” instead of an “-ed”. I think I prefer the original spelling, incorrect or not, as I feel it ads a certain urgency and finality to it. But I’ll leave that up to you to consider.)

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